The Horses hoofs hitting the hard packet dirt was thunder in the ears of the rider. The last five miles of galloping across the dry scrubby desert had been hard on him as it had been on the horse. Of course he had been in the saddle for over ten hours, having left Simpson Springs just after three in the morning. The horse, however, had been running a good pace the last ten miles of the Express route.
He grabbed the horn that was strapped across his chest and began blowing on it to let the station master know that he was coming. Just to be sure he blew it several more times, strong hard blasts that would carry across the sage strewn route. Finally he came around the last twist in the trail and pounded into the station yard.
The Station Master, Elmer Bridger was leading a horse out of the stables and talking to the next rider waiting to head out on the Pony Express route. The rider, Sean Casey was already dressed in riding chaps, pants, shirt and hat, all pretty much a faded brown